Nothing is Not What I am Meant to be
my chest has been exploding for years,
no rhythm, the offbeat
heart thrums—
the eyes harp ocean water charged
faux tears.
Who is this assailant wearing my
face?
she has no right to feel this way,
She is not
who
I
want
to
be.
sad little nothing, begging for love—
pleading for scraps
from siblings tongues
resign, release.
Please
Nothing is not what
I am meant to be.
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